Six Sentence Sunday
#sixsunday knows the awkward time after stranger sex is when you’re trying to get away.
Shaking off the slow churn of lust starting to simmer low in my belly, I slipped on my shoes. I said, “Well, you have my number. Give me a call…sometime.”
“Jesus, wait…lemme at least walk you to your car.” His face darkened. “I hadn’t realized you’d just get what you came for and leave.”
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